(A/N): This is an introduction, but I highly suggest checking out Elizabeth's OC Sheet on my Deviantart (Link in bio) before reading this. I would have uploaded it as a chapter, but you're really not allowed to try. (And I'm being stricter with myself on this account)
It was my first year of high school when I started at Bullworth, the feared hell known as freshman year. Of course for me, I thought it was pretty great.
Initially, I'd had my doubts about attending a boarding school, especially after I realized my parents were trying to get rid of me (My dad spends weeks on "business trips" for work, and my mom is always out being a social elite. Not hard to put two and two together). But then I realized that I had an opportunity to start a new life, one where I could be happier. Bullworth couldn't be any worse than my other schools, so why not? (Adventure was awaiting, memories of the best time of my life were about to be made!)But with any optimistic attitude comes a healthy amount of disappointment.
My first few weeks were okay, I sort of hid in the shadows ninety percent of the time (Not literally, I did most of my hiding behind people). Teachers rarely called on me, I ate the edible parts of lunch at an abandoned table near the Gym bleachers, spent any extra time I had reading the endless stacks of books I owned, and became friends with the girls in my dorm room, Christy and Angie. Every day was the same, things were boring and mundane. I loved it.
But a couple of days before Halloween, everything changed. I made the mistake of walking through the Parking Lot, using it as a shortcut to Shop class (I was running late, and back then I actually cared about attending every class. Seriously). I ran into the Bully clique during my walk, and was promptly catcalled. Loudly. It was super awkward, I guess. I've never been the "pretty" type, or even thought guys would ever pay any attention to me (My mom is crazy superficial and into looks, so that's really turned me off to the whole beauty thing).
But imagine this: tiny, fourteen-year-old me, surrounded by scary guys who wouldn't stop calling me Rapunzel and whistling. I remember being nervous, but more embarassed than afraid. Shyly, I tucked my hair behind my red ears and quickened my pace, just trying to get to class before the bell rang. As I hurried in the opposite direction, I heard the yells stop, and the entire parking lot became silent. I swallowed hard, and turned around (Probably not the best idea, but I've always been curious).
Bif (Who I didn't know at the time) hovered above the Bullies, and had one of their shirts in his fist. He said something, then shoved the bully away (Who brushed the encounter off and walked away with his friends). I quickly turned back to my path, and pretended to not notice the fact that the Prep was running after me.
He introduced himself, and reassured me that the Bullies always harrassed the new kids, despite most of them being new themselves. Of course, he walked me to my class (He's always been such a gentleman). After that little situation, we started talking and hanging out more. He was also in 9th grade at the time, and so we kind of leaned on each other to get used to the school (But I still have no idea why he was in that parking lot that day).
I had friends, I was doing great in all of my classes, and I hadn't made any enemies. Even the Bullies who whistled at me that day stopped bothering me, and one of them even apologized. I hadn't noticed him during the whole catcalling thing, but he was completely red when he spoke, and stuttered over his words a lot. I guess I sort of thought it was cute, but Christy found out and blew the whole thing out of proportion. The Bully (Davis White) planned these stupid romantic things, and they were dumb enough to get me to go out on a date with him.
That one date turned into a year-long relationship, a good one actually. I got the Bullies to cut down on the wedgies, and finally had something to occupy my time (Instead of my wall of books). Plus, seeing Bif become super jealous was amazing (Even though he's had girlfriends before). We did break up before the summer, as the relationship sort of fizzled out. I think we liked each other better before dating, honestly. But he's a nice guy, and we're pretty friendly for exes.
That was 9th grade, completely normal and equally dumb. I didn't get involved with any sports (Obviously) or join a clique. I was just kind of there.